"Logan, we should stop for today!" Beast called after him.

Logan heard him, but ignored him. Instead, he sped up the bike and took a deep breath. Nothing. Still fucking nothing! No sense of the soldiers, no sense of Stryker. And no sense of his daughter.

"DADDY!" Every day since she had been taken, he could hear her cries for help in the back of his head. How she had been crying for him to save her. Logan tightened his grip on the handlebars. She had been begging him to save her. But he couldn't. His greatest fear for the last five years had come true: He had failed his daughter! He had to find her!

Logan could hear one of the bikes behind him, speeding up as well, and from the corner of his eye, he could see the furball drive past him. Logan immediately hit the brakes, when Breast drove up in front of him. "'The hell are you doing?!" Logan yelled. He could hear the others stopping behind them.

"Logan we've been searching all day," Beast said.

"If you wanna go back, then go," Logan growled. "But I'm not giving up." He was letting go of the brake.

"Neither are we," Bobby said. "We want to find her too, Logan."

"But when we do find her, we need to be at our strongest. We would be too tired to fight anyone at this point," Beast said. The actual plan was to track Laura down, and then call for reinforcements. But something told him that the Wolverine wouldn't have the patience for that.

Logan growled. He hated to admit it, but he knew that Beast was right. As much as he wanted to find Laura, he had to make her safety the first priority. If anything went wrong when they found them, he had no doubt that Stryker would grab Laura and run like that fucking coward he was.

"Fine." Logan turned the bike around and raced back to where they had landed the jet. "Sorry, Half-Pint." Hopefully, Marie's team had more luck.

o*o*o*

"Don't worry, chica, we'll probably find her tomorrow," Jubilee said.

Rogue just looked at her. She knew that Jubilee was only trying to give her hope, but she had said the same thing every day the last two weeks. It had been fourteen days since their daughter had been taken from them. Fourteen days, where they had done nothing but searching, without any luck. It felt more like fourteen years since she had been holding her little girl in her arms. She would give anything, for being able to do that again. Even if it meant that she could never touch again she wouldn't hesitate to give up on that. All she wanted was to get back her daughter safe and sound.

When Rogue had woken up, fourteen days ago, she had stumbled out of bed, screaming her daughter's name. She had looked all over the room, praying that it had all just been a dream, but then she had realized that the Professor was sitting by the opposite side of her bed.

None of them had said anything. They didn't have to. Marie had looked into his blue eyes as her vision had become foggy. "No…" she had whispered, before she had collapsed crying on the floor, knowing that her worst nightmare had become reality.

The Professor had come to the other side of the bed, trying to comfort her, and tell her that Logan and a lot of the others were out looking for her, at this very moment.

"Alikai Lake. They've taken her to Alikai Lake!" Rogue had exclaimed. She had seen it in one of the soldier's memories. "Contact them! We have to tell them to go there!"

"Calm down, my dear," the Professor said. "I don't think she is at Alikai Lake."

"She is! I have the soldiers memories…"

"Yes, but I do not believe that it is the only memory of Laura's whereabouts."

At first, Rogue hadn't understood what he had been talking about, but it didn't take long before another memory told her that Laura had been taken to somewhere in Canada. Another showed a secret base under the Eiffel Tower… Rogue had clutched her head, feeling like every soldier she had touched on the beach, were trying to scream the loudest to be heard. Not just about the locations, but all of their memories of their families, friends, childhoods, had been fighting to get first in line.

"Professor, I can't…" she had cried.

"Now, now, my dear," she had heard his voice, say inside her head. Even though it had sounded normal, it had still made itself heard above all the others. "We'll take care of this together."

As the Professor had promised, they managed to put every single new personality into its own box. It hadn't taken long for Rogue to realize that Stryker had been more than ready to do this. He had prepared to attack them for years. He had taken every little detail into account! He had given every single soldier different information's about where they would go, probably to prevent someone with psychic powers or herself to find out the real location!

"We will find her, my dear," the Professor promised.

"How?! We have no idea where they've taken her!"

"Maybe we do," Xavier had mumbled thoughtfully.

"What do you mean? All we've got is a bunch of locations we know that they didn't take her."

"It seems so. But what if Stryker wanted us to think that?" the Professor had elaborated. "What if one of them is in fact, the place they are keeping her?"

Rogue hadn't known what to say. The Professor had a point. Stryker was more than sly enough do something like that, but what if he was wrong? That would mean that they would waste valuable time, and give Stryker even more time to… Oh god... What was he gonna do to her little girl? Just the thought of her child being in the presence of that monster, made her sick! But… What if the Professor was right? There was no way, that they could take that chance.

Rogue sighed. Now they could cross off another location on the list she had made with help from the Professor.

"Maybe the boys had more luck than us?" Jubilee suggested.

Rogue still didn't reply. Instead, she left the underground parking facility and walked towards the jet shed, hoping, praying that her friend was right.

"Jubilee, I think she needs some time alone," Rogue could hear Storm say after she had closed the door behind her. Earlier this morning, Logan had given her his powers. He had done that every single day to better their chances. But it hadn't helped and it always took so long to wear off. Not to mention that it filled her with all of his fears and thoughts about Laura, and anger towards Stryker and himself. He was blaming himself for losing Laura, even though she kept telling him that it wasn't his fault.

"But Ro, I literally can't stand seeing her like this," Jubilee answered. "I wanna help her!"

"I know, but we are all doing the best we can."

"It's not good enough!" Rogue could hear the tearful voice say. She bowed her head. Their conversation described exactly what she was feeling. They were doing all they could, but it wasn't enough! If it was, Laura would be here now.

o*o*o*

"Why the hell can't you find her?" Logan yelled. "Logan I have tried…" the Professor began.

"Then try again, try harder! You can find everyone with that machine!"

"That is not exactly true, Logan," Xavier answered, trying to be patient. "I remember telling you that Cerebro can't detect Magneto either."

"You know that's because of his fucking helmet!" Logan growled.

"Whatever the reason, I can't seem to detect Laura nor Striker. I'm willing to try again, but I'm afraid that the outcome will be the same."

"What if…" Rogue heard her own voice say. "What if… if she's gone? You can't find someone who is…"

Logan turned around and cupped her head. "She is not dead." He wasn't yelling, but his voice couldn't be any more clear. "Marie, look at me."

She did as he told her and looked up into his hazel brown eyes.

"Stryker wanted her alive, so she is alive."

Rogue's vision was becoming blurry with tears. "But what if something happened? If.. if they crashed the submarine or… or…"

"Stop it," Logan whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. "Stop it. Laura is alive! She has got my healing factor. She is alive and we're gonna find her, got it? No matter what it takes, we are gonna find our daughter!"

Rogue wanted to say something. Just something. But when she opened her mouth, all that came out was small wimps as the tears started to run down her cheeks.

o*o*o*

The jet had just landed, and the roof was about to close above it when Rogue entered the jet shed.

Logan was the first to get out. His eyes met hers and even before he shook his head, she knew, that they hadn't found her either. Of course not. They would have contacted her if they had. It was almost funny, how she had told herself the same thing the last two weeks and it still wouldn't get through her skull.

Logan walked down the stairs and wrapped his arm around her. When she had been younger, all Logan had to do to make feel good was hold her close. But not even Logan's arms could make feel better.

"We should get something to eat," Hank suggested.

"I'm not hungry," Rogue replied, letting go of Logan. She knew that the others were worried that she would end up starving herself from depression, and for their sake, she had been eating. But right now all she wanted was to go to bed, so she could get up in the morning and continue the search.

"I'll have something send up to your room," Hank said.

"Thanks," Logan said before they left. None of them said much on their way through the halls. Neither when they reached their room.

Rogue started to unbutton her sweater.

Logan considered going to the Danger-room, and set it to make it seem like he was fighting a hundred Stryker's. It usually helped him let off some of the anger, every time he would cut through the bastard's face, or stab him in the stomach, making the guts fall out, imagining that it was the real Stryker. Imagining how he would use the adamantium on his claws to torture his "creator". To let the animal take over and have the Wolverine inflict as much pain as possible before he would end up killing him, when the man was crying for mercy, begging him to kill him. Then, he would slowly, let his claws slide through the throat and watch as the son of a bitch choked on his own blood.

"I think I'll take a shower," Logan mumbled.

Marie just nodded, as he closed the door behind him. He took off his cloth not caring where he dropped it before he stepped into the shower cubicle and turned on the water. The water was cold as ice when it hit him gritted his teeth. It was not only annoying as hell, it also sent him fourteen days back in time, when he had jumped into the seawater, to get to his daughter.

o*o*o*

As soon as he jumped into the water, the adamantium around his bones weighed him down, but he didn't care about that. He had to get to that submarine! If he could just get close enough to jab his claws through the surface of the submarine…

He could feel himself sinking, but there was no time to stop. Instead, he tried to swim forward and get to the surface to breathe at the same time, but it seemed impossible, and he ended up swallowing more salt-water than air.

He kept swimming though, and it seemed like he was getting closer to the submarine. In fact, it wasn't sailing very fast, but Logan didn't care about that. As long as he could get to Laura, nothing else mattered!

He was so close.

He was about to cut the submarine open, when some kind of invisible force, pushed him countless feet back! Logan couldn't find his balance. He was sinking. Everything was getting darker around him.

The force had made him lose the last bit of air in his lungs. He could barely see the grey submarine sailing away. Logan tried to reach for it, but it was useless. He was too far away and sinking down. "Laura…"

Logan felt something grab onto him and pulled him upwards. He coughed, making the water he had swallowed come back up and breathed fast. He was above the surface! Logan immediately sat up, looking around over the water, to spot the submarine but it was gone. No. No!

He was about to jump off the floe he was sitting on and back into the water when someone grabbed his left arm. "Logan don't!"

Logan turned around, in one move, punching Bobby in the face, for what he had done.

For some reason, he could still hear the sound of the boy's jaw breaking.

o*o*o*

Even though all she had wanted was to get to bed, Rogue couldn't sleep. Instead, she pulled the covers aside and walked to the window.

A cloud was sliding past the full moon, letting the light shine down on the garden. Rogue didn't need light to know what was out there, though. She sighed and looked at the tombstone. "In memories of Kitty Pryde", it said. Despite how much Rogue had hated that girl, she had died, trying to save Laura. They had had the funeral in the evening after they had gotten back from the beach. Everyone except Logan had been there. He had been out searching for Laura at that time, and hadn't returned before late at night. But Rogue had been there. Everyone had been crying. Rogue had cried too. Mostly because of Laura, but also because of Kitty. She had sacrificed herself, for her daughter and Rogue would forever be thankful towards her for that.

She felt sorry for Bobby. Despite how much he had hurt her, he didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve that kind of pain. But instead of isolating himself, he had been with one of the search teams every day, since his jaw had gotten better. Rogue didn't know if he was trying to distract himself or if he wanted to finish what Kitty couldn't, and to be honest she didn't care either. If he could help her get her daughter back, the reason didn't matter.

As Rogue looked at the tombstone, she could hear the screaming and gunshots around her... So many of her friends had gotten hurt... Either by lost limbs, bullet wound, broken bones...

Rogue pressed her hand onto her chest where she could feel her heart beating. She remembered doing the same years ago when she had felt alone and scared. "You'll be in my heart. Yes, you'll be in my heart." She could almost hear Laura's voice singing along, as she had done every night since she started talking. She couldn't sleep before they had sung the whole song. Who was singing it with her now?

She heard him pulling the covers aside and leave the bed, but she didn't turn away from the window. He carefully put his hands on each of her shoulders and kissed the back of her hair.

Rogue bowed her head, feeling the tears running, once again. She kept telling herself not to. That it wouldn't help anything. Tears wouldn't bring Laura back. Logan removed his hands from her shoulders and put his arms around her, pulling her close. She reached up and caressed his bare arms. None of them knew how long they stood there, but both of them were thinking the same: "We'll find you, Laura. I promise."